Heart on my Sleeve

So if you where in Ihop at about 1 am, I’m sorry. Those loud obnoxious jerks in scrubs….. Yeah that was us. 4 gals and 2 guys? Big mouths? Laughter? Mhm. You caught me. But damn I enjoyed my self. A little public display immaturity of  always pleases me. I can be a grown up when I have to……I promise. Maybe. That fire ball that broke that glass. I totally had nothing to do with that. I would never provoke any one to do anything bad-ish. Uh but we are good tippers. If that makes it any better. And we are all devistatingly attractive. Yup thats what makes it better. We are sexxxay.

I went back to my BBF’s (who is, it should be told, one of the most beautiful people I have ever know inside and out) house after we went out and helped clean the mess she and her brother made while her mom was in Mexico. That was 2 of the happiest hours I ever spent cleaning and gossiping. Or as Matt says making an observation is not gossiping, it is saying what you see. 

Borrrrring. But not really. I’m lame you see.

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